#i’ve been crying for like 30 min straight

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[milkteahood]

not a good man 2

Simon Riley x fem!reader, part 1

Summary: Simon crawls back to apologise

You have asked and I have delivered. I might or might not make an alternative ending where reader doesn’t take back Simon and starts dating König instead

Warning: light smut (just a paragraph, oral f receiving), still mdni

The next weeks were spent by Simon drowning in alcohol, refusing to admit it’s because of you. He didn’t call or text at all after that last fight, but you didn’t either.

You on the other hand, spent the first week falling asleep crying next to your phone. You hoped that, for once, it would be him who fights for you. But he never called, which only worked to break your heart further.

“Silly me I guess” you’d tell yourself.

On the base he was more distracted than usual, but not enough for anyone to notice. Well, not enough for someone that wasn’t close to him. His captain, John Price, noticed. So one day, while he was having lunch, Price took a seat across the table.

“Captain” Ghost nodded his head.

“Ghost. What’s on your mind?” John’s eyes softened slightly. Simon was very dear to him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re distracted”

Those words cut through him like a knife. Distracted? Him?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he responded, tone more cold now.

“I think you do”

John wasn’t one to back down and Simon knew that. And John also wasn’t someone Simon could intimidate. He was trapped.

“Just a fight”

“Your girl or something?”

Simon didn’t respond and John knew silence was an answer too.

“Have you tried to apologize?”

“What makes you think it’s my fault?” he raised his voice ever so slightly. As much as Price annoyed him in this moment, he wasn’t going to be disrespectful to his captain.

Price only gave him an amused look.

“Look Riley, a word of advice. Not from a superior, but from a comrade”

Simon looked at him straight in the eyes, waiting for him to continue.

John smiled “just because she loves the monster you are, it doesn’t make you less of one. You cannot be Ghost where you should be Simon” and with that, John stood up with his cup of coffee and departed, leaving Simon alone with his thoughts.

And that is how Simon found himself in front of your apartment door. He stood there for at least 20 mins before he knocked.

You were on the couch, nose deep into one of your books. The past weeks have been rough, finding yourself unable to focus on much else.

The soft knocks on your door made you snap back to reality. They were so quiet you almost missed it. You stood up from the couch and made your way to the door.

Your heart jumped in your throat when you looked through the peephole and saw him. His hood was up, and he was looking down.

For a while you contemplated ignoring him, but part of you, the big part of you, the one that still loved him, won. So you opened the door.

“Simon” you said, coldly.

“Dove—“ he looked up and paused. Your eyes were red, you have been crying for god knows how long. He looked back down. In that moment he wanted to punch himself into another dimension.

“‘M sorry” he mumbled.

“What?”

“‘M sorry” he said again, still looking down.

“Is that all? Really?” you were getting angry.

“You know what? Forget it” you said, starting to close to door, which he promptly stopped with his hand.

“N-no. Wait. Look. I know. I’ve been nothing but a cunt to you since the moment we started dating… and— I’m sorry, ok?” he sounded almost desperate.

You let go of the door and stepped aside, which he took as an invitation and walked in after you, closing the door behind.

“You’re soaking wet” you remarked.

“I— I waited for 30 minutes in front of your apartment complex. Then 20 more in front of your door..” he was still not looking at you.

“So it took you about an hour to debate whether or not I was worth an apology?” your voice was cold and full of venom.

“No. It’s not like that” he looked up, his eyes almost pleading for you to stop. Just accept his apology. But of course you weren’t going to and he knew that.

“Look Y/N. I can’t be what you need me to be. I don’t know how to do love you. Not in the way you want me to”

“But are you willing to try?”

“What?”

You left a crack to your heart for him to use. It was up to him to make the effort to squeeze through it.

“I asked—“

“Yes” he cut you off. “Yes I will try. Please love”.

He took a few steps towards you, but this time, you stood where you were. You extended your hands to cup his face and he instinctively leaned into your touch.

“Don’t ever—“

“I won’t” he didn’t let you finish.

“Okay” you said, gently stroking his face with your thumbs “you will have to prove that to me”.

He only nodded, leaning more into your touch.

“I’m sorry love” he said again.

“Good. You should be” you said before standing on your toes and kissing the corner of his mouth.

His eyes widened “I thought you’re mad at me” he blinked a few times, not yet daring to touch you.

“I am. Incredibly so. But— I also love you” you said before kissing him back, not letting him get another word in. In a way, you were scared to wait, scared he wouldn’t say it back.

He didn’t wait too long before kissing you again, one of his big hands holding the back on your head, deepening the kiss. His other hand squeezed your lower back, closing any space between you.

“Seems like you can’t stay away for long little one” he smirked once you pulled away from the kiss.

“Look who’s talking. Last I checked, you’re the one that crawled back”

He gave you a quick look before pulling you into another kiss and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around him until he made it to the bedroom, dropping you on the bed and taking off his wet hoodie before climbing on top of you.

As much as he wanted to fuck you silly, he knew that wouldn’t build him a strong enough case. He didn’t want to make you feel like he was just here for a quick fix. He heard you sob about that enough in the past.

“You’re worth crawling back to” he said, kissing you again before you had a chance to answer.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

Once he pulled from the kiss, he latched onto your neck, sucking on all the spots he knew were sensitive. His hand traveled down your abdomen, running circles over your wet, needy clit.

Your moans were suddenly making his jeans feel too tight, causing him to grind against the mattress.

“Si— let me help you”

“No” he said, standing up on his knees and pulling your underwear down “for once let’s not make it about me dove”. And with that, his face was between your legs, pushing his tongue inside of you.

“Oh fuck—“ you moaned, arching your back.

He kept eating you out like you were his last meal before death. One hand held you firmly in place and the other was completely abusing your clit.

“Si— fuck— just like that, oh fuck” it felt so good you didn’t even realize you were tearing up.

“I’m gonna—“

“That’s right babe, come for me” he said, while his cock was still throbbing in his pants.

You didn’t need more encouragement before coming, your body twitching as Simon refused to let go of you, licking every drop.

You were panting, your eyes were glossy as you watched him climb on top of you again, kiss your forehead and then lay down next to you.

“What about you?” you asked, rolling on your side to face him.

He caressed your face with the back on his hand. It was rough, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. “I came here to apologize dove”

“But—“

“No buts little one”

He pulled you to him, nuzzling your hair. The room was dark, and the rain was still strong. How you take him back over and over, he couldn’t wrap his head around. He didn’t deserve you, that was for sure. His own ray of sunshine into the void his life was. He would never feel good enough for you, but for what it’s worth, you’re stuck with him. And he promised he would do better.

He didn’t remember just for how long he held you, but it must’ve been a while, for you started to snore.

This made him smile to himself, and he wrapped a blanket around you.

“…. I love you too” he said, but you were already asleep.

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if I missed anyone I apologize

[cherienymphe]

This Rafe fic is slightly reminding me of this guy I️ dated for literally five days who was showing his crazy and possessive side already.

STORY TIME! (This gets progressively worst)

The next couple of days he clingy, blowing up my phone, asking to see me. And I️ did see him, and he wanted me to stay over so bad but I️ live with my dad so if I️ ever stay out later than 11 he gets concerned so I️ told him I️ couldn’t and he got pissed and swore I️ wasn’t into him?

The third and last time I️ saw him was the worst. I️ was at a family friend’s quincenera and earlier that day I️ told him a friend from out of town was visiting and that we would be going out to the club and I️ invited him to come. He agreed. While at the quince, he asked if I️ could pick him up from bourbon street (during Mardi Gras mind you, like that’s crazy) and me being kind, agreed. So I️ was forced to leave the party early to get him. When I️ picked him up, he asked if I️ was staying over that night and I️ was confused and reminded him of our previously agreed upon plans and he had the nerve to flip out on me in MY CAR?? And said that he was tired and didn’t want to stay out till late like a teenager (I️ was freshly turned 23, he was 25 so like???) and then when I️ reached his house he sarcastically told me thank you for the ride and slammed my car doors. I’ve never been treated horribly like that before (I️ always demand princess treatment, my father would’ve killed him if I️ told him all this) so I️ broke down in my car wondering what the fuck just happened 😭?

And you would think this would be the party where I️ just go drink with my friends and forget abt him but NO. Just as I️ finished my 5 min crying session and calling my friends for support, he texts me that he’ll go with me but said he’s not gonna enjoy it 💀? And I️ was like okay…maybe we can just talk abt this? (You know, LIKE ADULTS!) but he got back into my car and was silent the whole time I️ drove to the club. I️ parked in the parking lot, told my friend I️ was on my way but my phone was dying so that was the last she heard from me for a while. I️ go to change in the backseat because I’m still in a gown from the party and change into a shorter dress and he follows trying to feel me and kiss me and I️ let him because truthfully, I️ am 4’11 and he’s like 6’3 and we were alone so I️ was kind scared for my life 😭 when he felt my hesitation, he went off on me again saying I️ wasn’t affectionate and in my head I’m like bro, we just met and you already showing your crazy like u scaring the hoes rn. At that point I️ was so tired of arguing, I️ was just like omg pls shut UP! We go into the club, I️ paid the $30 cover (10 for me, 20 for him) and we get inside and before we went in he told me to not leave him alone. I️ also need to mention that we are at a Latin club filed with mostly Hispanics because me and my friends are Hispanic (mainly Mexicans and Honduras). (Yes this is an important detail later). I️ head to the bathroom because get this, I️ asked him earlier if I️ could use the bathroom at his house and he straight up said NO because I️ don’t care abt him so why should he care abt me. 😐 After I️ came back we started a search for my friend, because I️ couldn’t ask her where she was at, my phone had died so my only option was to search the entire club. We searched the main areas like the bar and hookah lounge but the only place I️ haven’t searched was the dance floor. So I said let’s go look and he refused because it was full. I️ said okay let me go search and I’ll be right back and he flipped again and said “SERIOUSLY? I️ told you not to leave me and what do you go ahead and do?!” He then proceeds to walk off and get a drink at the bar. I️ follow him, feeling…idk what and that’s when he noticed he was the tallest guy there (because duh 6’3 white man). He then started to get paranoid that everyone was staring at him and I️ tried to play it off like yeah haha you’re the tallest one here. He was mad I️ had to order his drink for him because the bartenders only spoke Spanish and at some point I️ disassociated because I️ was like what is happeninggggggg. But as I️ stared into space, he took it as me looking at another man and he went off on me again “OH why don’t you go be with HIM then?!” And pulled his phone out to call an Uber.

And you think this is where it would end but NOPE 😭 my dumbass ain’t learned my lesson. I️ was likening I’m sorry damn! Let’s go since you wanna leave so bad! We was in the club for abt 15/20 minutes like…..

So we get back to my car and he’s like laughing all sarcastically like “guess Louisiana girls aren’t for me” (he’s from North Carolina), and then asked him why I️ would bring him to a bar with Mexicans who wanted to JUMP HIM??? I️ was like WOAH?! Bro was delusional as fuck, ain’t nobody wanted to jump him, what the hell 😭? And he talking bad abt my people like that did not sit well with me all ALL! I️ wanted to tell him to gtf out my car so bad but I’m a nice person so I️ wanted to bring him home and just be done with this shitty night. Like it was so bright at that quince and when so downhill. So I️ start crying, AGAIN! This time in front of him, and he started getting softer and semi apologized but basically said it was my fault for not being more affectionate? So we get Burger King (as if I️ wasn’t already suffering enough) and he asks if I️ could stay the night and since he was like being a bit nicer than earlier I️ agreed. But when we got to his home, first of all, I️ just cannot sleep in a bed that ain’t mines, and second that whole night wore me down and I️ was building resentment so bad 😂 so when he passed out, I️ tried to sneak out the door but he woke up and got MAD. I️ was like nope, it’s like 3 am at this point, I’m TIRED. I️ just said I’m leaving and that’s it.

Girl he started blowing up my phone, telling lies like I️ was trying to use him for his money (he never bought me a single thing that entire time except the Burger King), that I️ was trying to get him jumped by Mexicans, I️ brought him to the club just to sleep with other guys. I️ was really taken aback by his delusions! And then he demanded I️ come back because he lost his vape and crystal given by his mom and his cashapp card, and you would’ve thought I️ would’ve just left but nope, I️ was like ugh fine let me see if I️ got his stuff. Pulled over to a McDonald’s, searched my car, nothing. I️ told him that too and he claimed I️ was a liar and demanded I️ come back. I️ turned around, let him look, he demanded I️ help him, I️ refused at that point, and then he slams my car doors AGAIN and calls me a useless fucking bitch and stuck his middle finger out at me and yes besties that was finally the straw that broke the camel’s back for me!

If I️ could show yall screenshots I️ WOULD. Once I️ drove off he then continued to insult me on text abt how I️ stole his things and demanded I️ pay him back and me being a Capricorn, that’s where I️ decided to draw the line. You can play with me but my money??? No ma’am 😭! I️ finally blew up on him and told him he was the worst person I️’ve ever met (and I’ve been r worded and I️ think my r pist is more polite than this omg) and that he was a fucked up, paranoid and delusional mf and that I’m glad the bitches he met before me robbed him because he deserved it. And that’s when he started calling my phone. I️ almost risked an accident trying to block his number because he kept blowing it up the entire 30 minutes I️ was trying to get home, he was PISSED.

So he never physically abused me by that mental and emotional torture was crazyyyyy. And I️ just wanna say that the reason I️ put up with him for so long was because 1. I️ actually did think he was cute and I️ thought we had a connection so I️ naturally wanted to work things out. I️, like TD reader, was caught off guard by the way he acted because this was the first time a man has ever been MEAN as fuck towards me, like in my FACE. And I️ just didn’t know…like I️ was really thrown and caught off guard. 2. Like I️ said before, our height and weight difference had me intimidated, he could’ve really thrown me like against my car or choked me out so I️ was trying hard to placate and calm him down because he was physically bigger than me. I’m glad he didn’t get physical because it really would’ve been over for me. This why I️ never say never because it really can happen to you out of NOWHERE.

Anyways yall don’t worry abt me, he’s blocked forever and im now dating a super sweet lawyer 🥹

Even after all this the one thing standing out in my mind is you pretending Burger King isn't good

Anyways in all seriousness wtf 😭 I'm glad he's blocked bc ain't no way. He would've had one time to slam my doors and asking to be picked up off bourbon street during Mardi Gras? He would've been SOL I'm sorry

[skillet2killet]

OKAY HERE WE GO AGAIN

So I’m not going to e4t anything for hopefully 2 days straight to hopefully jumpstart my kick to the hvng3r feeling.

Prior to this I was fasting 18-23 hours between each meal (OMAD) and it consisted around 150-600 Cal. I’ve been following 30 min HIIT workouts at home or sometimes going to the gym and running on the treadmill

The past two days I’ve only just ate a lot so I will make up for them.

These are my rules

Water is allowed- 0 cal flavor is okay

Coffee is allowed- 0 cal sweeter too

Tea is allowed- with 0 cal sweetener and almond milk but must burn the cals from it

Workout at least 25-30 mins

No little bites. Yes, they will hurt you if you take just one

If forced to eat (parents) must fast the next day or burn the cals

If you feel like passing out, then only food is allowed

6-8 hours of sleep

If I fail I’ll cry. I’ll keep this updated

Started: 1-10-23 at 5:30ish pm

Supposed to end 1-12-24 at 5:30ish pm

[fuck-customers]

Writing this on my break cause if I don’t vent I’m going to break down and scream during shift. To start: FUCK MANAGEMENT.

I literally started my 9 hour graveyard shift an hour and a bit ago. Walked in only to be told I have no cover and I’ll be working alone for 9 hours. Okay cool beans, love that but whatever, they’ve already done this shit to me like 3 times this week alone so I’m disappointed but not surprised. Now I’ve just had someone come down at 8:40 telling me to they need me to just take my break now cause no one can cover me past 9. Keep in mind, I’m literally only an hour and 40 minutes into a 9. Hour. Shift. So not only am I having to take my break waaay earlier then I would like to, I only get 20 mins instead of 30.

I’m :) Going :) To :) Scream :)

I’ve been working for 6 days straight - I have one day off this week after which I’m on another 5 days. Have to do close alone tonight and I’m going to have to do it alone again tomorrow night. Have to clean all the fryers and ovens. By. Myself. Have so much prep to do from other stations because they’re too fucking lazy to do it themselves. Wasn’t even made aware there’d be no cover because management is fucking awful at scheduling people properly, they’ll randomly take people off other sections at the last minute cause they want to put like 10+ ppl in the sections they work in personally. On top of that, any new hires we do get are always scheduled on with the shittier coworkers who scare them off after one shift (real story, one of these coworkers and I were training up a new person, their first shift. Coworker ended up making them have a panic attack to which I had to sneak them out with managements approval behind coworkers back while she was on her break. That new person refused to come back. It’s happened 3 times.)

Fuck this, I’m gonna go lock myself in the spare coolroom to cry and vape between orders otherwise I’m really gonna scream in some customers face. Oh, and If I have one more person insistently ring the stupid fucking service bell after I tell them to just WAIT A DAMN SECOND CAUSE IM TRYIN TO COOK ORDERS I’m gonna hurl it at their face~ :)

(🦭 for later)

[heartz4mujin]

HI HAHA it’s been a while! i thought i would be able to keep up with a blog but i thought wrong 💀but i’m currently fixated on Bakuten!! so here are some random hcs hee hee

AO HIGH

onagawa has definitely made a powerpoint on how ma-chan is the best tan tan girl, and he forced misato and futaba to listen to him

“LOOK AT HOW PRETTY AND PURE HER SMILE IS. LOOK AT IT-“

while they were doing this tsukidate walked into the kitchen and IMMEDIATELY left because he knew if onagawa saw him he would be dragged in too LOL

later he went to shichigahama and was like “don’t go into the kitchen, onagawa made another one of those powerpoints.”

they last like 2 hours too?? misato would literally rather be doing anything else, and futaba is just impressed as to how he has enough information to go on for so long

they all cry when dogs die in movies, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.

misato and watari’s lips are quivering, futaba is actually shedding tears, and the third years are full on crying

tsukidate is the type of person that when he trips and feels himself falling, he just does a handstand, then gets up and walks away like nothing happened.

everybody around him is like 😧

watari really enjoys MHA, his favorite character is kirishima

since futaba likes reading dictionaries, his mom entered him in a spelling bee in like his second year of middle school and he won first place

when misato stubs his toe or something, he doesn’t say ow. he just scrunches up his face in pain and slowly falls to the floor and sits there for a good 2 minutes (this may or may not be based off of me idk)

onagawa has never been to a tan tan girls concert, but the team is secretly saving money to buy him a ticket

tsukidate cried watching your lie in april

shichigahama is always making new sasa kamaboko flavors, and he’ll just randomly go up to any of his teammates and be like “can you try this and see if it’s good?”

tsukidate went on vacation once and trusted the team to take care of his plants (he gave them instructions and everything) while he was away. he was not pleased to see all his shrubs, succulents, and his bonsai tree flopped over dead.

literally did not talk to anyone for a day. he was not happy.

futaba always has blankets with him because he’s always cold

onagawa is not a morning person, you have to give him at least 30 mins until you try and engage in conversation with him

watari does not like spiders. at all (he’s said before: “yeah they’re manly and all, but they’re even manlier if they stay away from me”)

nobody likes game night because all they have is monopoly and uno, and tsukidate is incredibly good at monopoly as he wins EVERY SINGLE TIME. and futaba is also really good at uno

watari drinks milk straight from the jug

watari ALSO likes to leave empty cereal boxes in the pantry (which irritates tsukidate and onagawa)

misato is very easy to startle, so people will always unintentionally scare him and make him jump

SHIRO HIGH

they actually get together with ao high a lot

sometimes tsukiyuki will be nowhere to be found, chances are he invited himself over to ao highs dorms

they’re honestly not even phased

everybody, and i mean EVERYBODY is scared of mutsu.

the GLARES that he has given some of his teammates has literally sent chills down their spines

the team as a whole thinks that ominato should lighten up and not be so uptight so they all try to include him in stuff

he has laughed ONCE, and it was more of a snort

they were cracking jokes about some of the other gymnastic teams and he was like “pffft-“

everybody just turned their head and looked at him bc wow i didn’t know he was able to do that-

it’s not uncommon to just see tsukiyuki doing walking handstands around the dorms instead of walking normally

tsukiyuki can actually dance really well

ominato usually has headphones in, but the volume is always so high up they can hear him blasting Aomori Nebuta Dream with his stone face (nobody ever bothers to tell him tho)

tsukiyuki has snacks on him ALL THE TIME. like chances are if you were to stick your hand into his tracksuit pocket you would find like a bag of cookies

he’ll really eat anything but his favorites are oreos and potato chips

tsukiyuki has most definitely been mistaken for a 12 year old and he uses that to get free food

azuma needed braces. i can’t really elaborate on that, but yeah

despite his go getter attitude, he’s really respectful to adults and upper classmen (you would be shocked how polite he is)

another one that uses his baby face to get free food

ryugamori is really quiet, but once you engage into conversation with him his whole personality changes

he’s the type of person to talk on and on about what he’s passionate in, but once he realizes he’s been talking for too long he’ll get embarrassed and be like “oh sorry, haha” (no pls don’t be sorry continue)

surprisingly very competitive

despite his usually calm demeanor, he is terrified of haunted houses and stuff like that

went into one with the team and shrieked the whole time

all of them are so close where they can just be in the same room, doing different things and not saying a single word but it won’t be awkward

AND that’s all i’ve got lol, hopefully the bakuten fandom enjoys these, they were very fun to make!

[almostkoo]

How Not to Train Your Dragon | Kim Namjoon

pairings: kim namjoon x oc

summary: getting placed with a familiar creates a sacred bond but when your familiar despises you with a passion the hoops you’ll jump through to patch things up will lead you on a journey

word count: 2.1k

warnings: language (as always), 1 (one) death threat, oc & namjoon got more beef than wendys, i swear one day i’ll write them being friendly .. but it is not today 🤡

author’s notes: day four !! of spooktober! getting these stories out back to back have been challenging but i’ve been having fun with this and i hope you guys are enjoying my stories ! we’re almost done :)

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The sweet smells of your workshop swirled around in the air as you bustled around over your cauldron, dropping things in and stirring around every so often. You were focused on the potion that had been taking you months to master. Shrinking potions were always hard to do, anything with changing anatomy was always hard to do. What made things worse was that potions were never your strongest area.

Stirring the lime green substance around you looked around at the shelves around you trying to find the one last ingredient you’d need for this and you’d be sure it would tie this potion all together.

The Water Buffalo’s tooth was placed on the shelf to your left in a transparent pink jar. Keeping an eye on the cauldron you started side stepping in an attempt to reach for the tooth. Your hand remained on the handle of the ladle you were using to stir. Fingertips barely ghosting the jar at all you didn’t know what to do. If you tried levitating it towards you there was a chance you would accidentally release the jar from it’s hold and drop it. If that Water Buffalo’s tooth hits the ground it’s gonna be of no use. You let out a sigh doing something you dreaded to do.

“Namjoon? Can you come help me in here please?” you called.

Every witch had a familiar, yours so happened to be Namjoon. It was bad enough he seemed like he hated you the moment his sharp, slit frosty blue eyes laid on you. He was a dragon too. The most hardest to deal with of all the supernatural beings. Namjoon was stubborn, arrogant and stand offish. You hated having to deal with him for prolonged amounts of time.

The curtain to enter your workshop pushed to the side and in came Namjoon, his grown out purple tresses hung wildly around his face.

“What do you want?” he asked, arms crossed.

“Can you please hand me the Water Buffalo’s tooth, it’s right there on the shelf in the pink jar I just can’t reach it.” you asked. Namjoon snickered at you.

“You can’t just make it fly over to you?” he waved his fingers around mockingly.

“Don’t you think if I could I would. If I do I could risk dropping it. If I drop it I’m going to have to travel just about half way up the mountains again to get another one and I really don’t want to do that.”

“That’s too bad. Figure something out. If you need me, which I hope you don't, I'll be out front handling your store while you squander ingredients trying to be a potions master.” Namjoon turned on his heels and stepped back out of your workshop. You felt a hot tear start rolling down your cheek. Quickly, wiping it away with your free hand. You straightened up, reaching out your hand to summon the tooth to you. Multitasking between that and stirring you looked out of the corner of your eye, watching the jar slowly float to you. The cauldron started bubbling and you looked away from the floating jar. When suddenly you hear the glass shatter, you looked down at the floor where the Water Buffalo tooth laid useless. Fighting back the urge to cry some more. You waved your hand freezing the potion in place. You walked towards the door to your workshop grabbing your cloak on the way out.

Namjoon looked up from the book he was reading. He snapped it close, the sound making you jump and stop in your tracks.

“Where are you going ? Thought you had a potion to finish.” He said.

“I dropped the Water Buffalo’s tooth on the ground, I can’t use it anymore. I’m gonna hike up the mountains to get another one.” You said, pressing the door open to the shop to exit. You were walking down the road in the direction of the mountains. Loud footsteps came from behind you, not even bothering to turn around you knew who was following you.

“Why are you following me Namjoon?” You sighed.

“I can’t let you just go off into the woods alone. Why don’t you let me fly you up there? It's going to take you hours to get up there and that’s if you don’t rest and power through.”

Not many things scared you. That’s something you learned early into your existence. Until you met Namjoon, then you realized heights and Namjoon’s dragon form was two of the only things that truly shook you to the core. Them put together you couldn’t just handle it it was too much.

“I don’t like heights and you know that.” You kept walking forward, dreading the trip up the mountains. A shot of fire blasted straight past your shoulder. You jumped back out of the way, whipping around to look at Namjoon who blew a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

“Namjoon? Are you serious? Did you just try and burn me?” You questioned. Namjoon let out a loud sigh, dropping his shoulders.

“Come on y/n. Please let me fly you up the mountain. I don’t wanna do this walk either! I still have to protect you and assist you. Stop being so damn stubborn.” Namjoon hissed at you.

“Me being stubborn you’ve got to be kidding me.” You shook your head, turning back around to continue walking.

“Y/n if you want you can close your eyes. I fly quickly, we’ll be there before you know it.” He pleaded.

“No Namjoon” you snapped. “I don’t care if my eyes are closed! I don’t care if I had soundproof headphones so I won’t feel the wind rush into my ears! I don’t care if I have on mitts so I won’t feel your rough ass scales on my hands! You’re NOT flying me up the mountain.” You yelled.

“I hate dealing with you.” You heard Namjoon mumble.

“I fucking hate dealing with you too, you aren’t special.”

Hour One

Somewhere during the first 30 mins of the hike up the mountains Namjoon’s airpods found their way into his ears. His loud rapping filling up the quiet air, annoying you very quickly. You scanned the ground as you continued walking until you saw a small pebble. Stopping in your tracks you picked it up, turning around in one swift move throwing it right at Namjoon’s chest. He flinched back in pain, snatching an airpod out of his ear.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” His eyes narrowed at you.

“Cut it out with all that loud ass rapping. I don’t wanna hear that shit!” You shouted.

“So what you’re gonna assault me with fucking rocks?”

“If I could levitate a boulder and get away with crushing you to death I would. But I can’t so the pebble will have to suffice.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” Namjoon said smugly.

“Don’t tempt me.” You stated, sternly. Your cold stare peering into Namjoon’s eyes. He rolled his eyes and looked away. Muttering a soft “Whatever” under his breath.

You continued moving up the mountains and Namjoon resumed rapping out loud.

Conjuring up a pair of earbuds to listen to your music from your own phone. Seeing that your device was on 25% you hoped to the heavens your phone would at least get you the full trip up the mountains. You couldn’t even conjure up a portable charger because you know you would’ve managed to electrocute your hands … again.

Hour Two

The 25% did not last the complete trip up the mountains. Leaving you once again to listen to Namjoon’s loud rapping up the mountains. Slowly you found yourself getting irritated again. Scanning for another pebble you found a slightly bigger one than last time. You picked it up, tossing it up in your hand a few times to feel the weight of it. You turned around like a pitcher aiming to throw the pebble at Namjoon again, he attempted to dodge it, he missed it but his phone in his hand didn’t. It fell underneath the small rock, the now dark screen had a visible crack in it. You could see the smoke leave Namjoon’s nostrils.

“Y/n” Namjoon hissed. “You did not just do that.”

“Oh, but I did.” You said, in a saccharine tone.

“Why would you do that? You keep acting like a fucking caveman. You could’ve just asked me to stop rapping out loud.” He scoffed.

“I’m acting like a caveman? Says the giant lizard. You’ve got to be kidding me.” You muttered.

“If I’m a giant lizard why are you afraid of me then?” Namjoon taunted.

“I’m not afraid of you. I’m afraid of flying.”

“Well if you’re not afraid of me then I guess you won’t mind if I stretch my wings and trot around then until we get to the top of the mountain then.” You quickly turned around, spotting Namjoon’s blue scales appearing all over his arms.

“CUT IT OUT! I’M SERIOUS!” You yelled. Namjoon started cackling. You felt yourself getting angry. It wasn’t funny that you were scared. You could quite piece exactly why you were scared of Namjoon. But you knew you were and that was enough.

“Namjoon don’t talk to me for the rest of this hike. I swear to the heavens if you don’t you won’t speak again unless I want you to.”

“But y/n come on-“ You turned, waving your hand, binding Namjoon’s lips together.

“That’s enough out of you for now.”

Hour Three

The rest of the hike up the mountains was pretty peaceful. Quiet and serene, except for the small sounds of nature here and there. Water running in a creek, birds chirping, animals running over leaves. The only non nature sound was the occasional grunt from Namjoon.

Soon you found yourself met right with a board of Water Buffalos. You searched around. The tooth you needed was from a special specific silver Water Buffalo, that made whoever wanted its teeth solve riddles. You found it in the back of the hoard. Bumping in between the Water Buffalos you stood in front of the silver one, taking a bow and waiting for it to speak to you.

“How could I be of service to you child?” the Water Buffalo hummed.

“I need another tooth … please.” You said.

“To receive one of my teeth, you must answer a riddle correctly. You may only have one chance. Are you ready ?” It asked you. You nodded.

“This number added to it's square, and the digits of that summation added together, bring it back to itself. What is it?” It questioned. Your mind went blank and then filled itself with confusion.

“I thought I was supposed to be answering a riddle. Is that a math question?”

“It is indeed a riddle.”

You were stumped. You couldn’t tell if this was going to be one of those twisted riddles that had some philosophical meaning or just one straight forward. You started thinking deeply when that was interrupted by Namjoon’s grunting. You looked at him. He pointed at his mouth in frustration. You waved your hand removing the binding.

“What is it? You better have something useful to bring to the conversation.”

“I have the answer. I do.” He stated, eyes big and his smile wide, deep dimples indenting his cheeks.

“Namjoon, I swear if you say something incorrect and I can’t get this tooth.” You rubbed your temples.

“I’m not stupid. I know this one. I swear, let me answer it.” Your eyes scanned Namjoon’s face trying to see if there was any indication of him lying or being uncertain and you couldn’t see any. You really hoped he didn’t fuck this up.

“Fine answer it. But I swear if you fuck this up I will never forget it. When I finally master this potion I’m going to shrink you down and keep you in a jar for the rest of your days.” You stated, sternly.

“3. 3 squared is 9. 3+9=12. Take the two digits of the summation and add them; 1+2=3. In short; 3-9-12-3. This can also work with the number 0 and 9.” Namjoon said, proudly. Hands on his hips and puffing out his chest like a superhero that just saved the day.

The Water Buffalo hummed in approval. Before opening his mouth and dropping out one single tooth.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You smiled, bending over and picking up the tooth. Wrapping it gently in a cloth and placing it in your bag. You bumped your way back through the hoard and started your way back down the mountain.

“So what, you aren’t going to thank me?” Namjoon called from behind you.

“Jesus. Fuck. Thanks Namjoon. Are you happy?” You snapped.

“Yes actually I am. Thank you.”

“You are so annoying I can’t wrap my head around it.”

“Thank you.” Namjoon smiled. You looked at him as he poked his cheeks right in his dimples. You shook your head laughing.

One would say you and your familiar have a dysfunctional relationship. Maybe one day it would change maybe one day it wouldn’t. You’d work through it any way it went.

[byeongqueen]

Hidden Feelings

« Seungmin admit it, you have feeling for Hyunjin » Changbin teased, as usual.

“No I don’t, quit it” The younger greeted through his teeth.

It had been a running joke on him for months now, ever since he was caught checking Hyunjin out as he danced.  But what the fuck was wrong with that. He’s an amazing dancer, and everyone is looking at him like they want to eat him. But it has to be only Seungmin to the others. But Seungmin wasn’t gay, he knew he wasn’t, he couldn’t be, not in this life, not ever.

-----

Hyunjin was taking his shirt off, as he was hot as hell.  He had been in there alone, dancing for hours on end, trying to master this new choreography, so then he could help the other guys with it. He always loved doing that, always trying his best to help others, especially his band mates. He was  tarting the song again as the door opened, Hyunjin oblivious to it, too endorsed in his beautiful moves. Those same beautiful moves that Seungmin, who just entered the room, couldn’t take his eyes off of. He silently closed the door behind him, and sat on a corner of their practice room, following every of Hyunjin’s moves, admiring how his muscles contracted differently, and so gracefully. When the song ended, he almost wanted to run to the device and put it back on, just so he could watch, adore the boy once again.

“Seungmin?” The older boy said, a little bit out of breath. “How long have you been here?”

“N-Not long, sorry” He got up quickly

“But what are you sorry for?” The dancer came to get some water. “I like to have some public, especially when the audience is as pretty as you”

Seungmin did his best to ignore Hyunjin’s blatant flirting with him. He was completely aware that the older boy kinda liked him. Well Hyunjin did more than just “liking” him, he had been in love with him ever since trainee days, but Seungmin acted like he didn’t see it, so he wouldn’t hurt the other’s feelings. He found Hyunjin attractive yes, but he wasn’t gay. Don’t misunderstand, he had absolutely nothing against gay people, Seungmin loved everyone just as they are, but he, personally, couldn’t be. He was always taught how wrong it was, and never wanted to disappoint his family.

But he couldn’t ignore much longer that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, when Hyunjin was standing particularly close to him.

-----

Their concert just ended, the last for a little time, letting them some time to rest before their new comeback. Almost everyone was going to go back to their families for a few days, since it’s been so long. Seungmin was wandering backstage, desperately searching for the locking rooms to get some comfier, and especially more dry clothes. In his hurry, he bumped against someone and almost lost balance, seconds before his arms were gripped by slim and soft hands.

“Watch where you’re going cutie! You’re lucky it was me”

He looked up and saw Hyunjin’s sweaty, red, but still gorgeous face smiling at him.  

“Sorry Jinnie, I think I got a bit lost” He scratched the back of his neck.

“It’s okay Minie, I’m going to the locker room, is that where you were headed?”

“Yeah, it was actually” He smiled.

Hyunjin then took his hand without thinking twice, and led him through the maze of hallways, and to the dressing room.  He only let go of his hand to get his shirt off, and Seungmin desperately needed to hold his hand again. He hated the empty feeling on his palm, and not having Hyunjin’s thumb running smoothly over his fingers.

Seungmin was starting to ponder. Did he like Hyunjin? But liking Hyunjin meant he was gay, and Seungmin wasn’t gay.

-----

Here was Seungmin, sitting on his bed, hugging his knees, bawling his eyes out. His parents had forgotten he had to come to visit, and went on a work trip. This wasn’t the first time it happened, but this time he was alone at the dorm, especially what he didn’t want to be right now. After a few minutes, he heard a soft knock on the door, that startled him like a bomb had exploded in the backyard. Everyone was home, so who was knocking?

“Seungminie? Are you in there?”

He recognized the voice instantly, how could he not. But why was Hyunjin here, his flight was 20 minutes ago, Seungmin thought as he looked at his phone. He got up from his bed shakily, and opened the door, blinded then by both Hyunjin, and the light emanating from the hallway.

“W-what are you … Your flight …?” He couldn’t even form complete sentence, what a wreck he was.

“So I was right, you’ve been crying ..” He put his hand to Seungmin’s cheek, wiping away the tears. “Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Why didn’t you leave?” He completely ignored his previous question.

“I saw that you weren’t feeling well so at first I decided to take the next flight, but when I heard you cry, I just canceled it”

“B-But why??” He looked at the other in utter disbelief. “Y-your family”

“It’s okay Minie, I’ll go later, they’re not that far” He assured him softly. “Now let’s go inside and you’ll tell me everything right?”

Seungmin just nodded, and they did that. They sat on the bed, and the younger just let g of everything. He talked between sobs for a good 30 minutes, and never Hyunjin interrupted him. He sat there, listening and soothing him by caressing his back, or sometimes hair. Seungmin told him everything, and how he didn’t feel loved. It was only there that Hyunjin chimed in.

“What do you mean you’re not loved?”

“I-I .. don’t get mad …” He looked away. “I’m not a favorite in my family, they wanted me to get a degree, and get a “real” job. They’re pretty much ashamed of what I do. And even in the group, I’m not a fan’s favorite or anything …”

“Okay Min, I love you but that’s bullshit.” He chuckled a little. “Fans are crazy about you, your cute face. And do you wanna know who’s favorite you are?”

Seungmin looked up at him and hesitantly nodded his head. Without giving him the time to process, Hyunjin’s hand was on his cheek, and his lips were pressed to his. And surprisingly, it didn’t feel as wrong as he expected to, it even felt quite nice, nice enough for him to reciprocate the kiss, earning a big smile from the other. They only parted when they were both out of air, and Seungmin looked deeply into Hyunjin’s eyes, founding there nothing but love.

They stayed in each others arms this night, Seungmin being held tightly, as he started to panic. Does that mean he’s gay? No, that can’t be.

-----

It had been months since the kiss, and Hyunjin didn’t know where he stood. Seungmin was all lovey with him once alone, but as soon as someone was there, he acted as if they were only friends.

To be quite fair, it was starting to hurt him. Not because he couldn’t hold his beloved boyfriend, or kiss him whenever he wanted. But because it was starting to feel as if Seungmin was ashamed of him.

One night, he decided he had to talk to him, and sat on his bed when it was time for them to go to bed. He was playing with his hands as Seungmin left the bathroom and approached him.

“Hyunjin, is there something wrong?” He sat next to him.

“Y-yeah …” He inhaled deeply. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“What? Why would I be ashamed of such a smart, nice, and talented man?” He shook his head, kinda lost.

“That’s not what I meant … Why do we never kiss, or even hold hands when the others are here?”

“Well, because I don’t want them to think I’m gay?”

He said the words so simply, and it felt so brutal to Hyunjin. What could that mean? That he didn’t love him, or even felt some more-than-friends feeling towards him? His eyes started to water and he wiped them off quickly.

“Jinnie, why are you crying?” Seungmin started to panic. “What did I do wrong?”

“Seungmin what do you mean you’re not gay?” He looked at him. “Don’t you have any feeling towards me?”

“Of course I do! I love you, with all my heart Jin …” He burst into tears. “But i-it’s wrong, my parents told me it was and..”

He couldn’t continue speaking, as his sobs took over. Hyunjin immediately went to hold and comfort him, rocking him slightly, encouraging him to talk, which Seungmin did after a few minutes. He told him everything his parents drilled into him, all their values, the things he could never do if he still wanted their love. Hyunjin was heartbroken by all that. His own family was always so understanding of his life choices, he could have never imagined how different Seungmin’s family was.

“Seungie, listen to me” He made him look at him, ever so gently. “They are assholes. You are allowed to be whoever you want to be, okay? You like girls? Fine. You like boys? Fine. You like both? Fine. You like none? Well fine, whatever, you do you baby.” He kissed his forehead. “I’m bi, you’ve known it for a long time, and did that ever make you look down on me, or think that I am less of a man?” The younger shook his head no, vigorously. “Exactly Minie, I am a man, you are a man, someone that is straight is a man as well. We’re all the same, and who we love shouldn’t change the way people see us, never.  You are a unique, and wonderful human being, and that is all that counts. And never forget Min, I love you, I love you more than I’ve ever loved someone.” He brushed a strand of hair out of the other boys’ face. “Now I’m not forcing you into anything, if you’re not comfortable with public displays of affection, that’s fine to me. But don’t beat yourself up like you’ve been doing, because it’s killing me to see your beautiful soul into so much pain.”

He kissed his hand tenderly and tried to get up, when Seungmin squeezed his hand, not wanting him to go away.

“S-stay here please, sleep with me …”

It was the first time they had done that since the boys all came back. Seungmin didn’t want them to be suspicious of him and Hyunjin sleeping in the same room.

“Of course I’ll stay.” He sat back on the bed and held him close.

“I-I want to tell them .. But slowly, please” He didn’t dare to look at his eyes, afraid he’ll hurt him.

“Don’t worry Min, baby steps alright?” He cupped his cheek. “I’ll follow your lead, so I know I’m not pressuring you into anything.”

Seungmin just melted in hs arms. He couldn’t believe he had such a wonderful human on his side, willing to do anything for him, for his happiness. He laid on the bed and pulled him next to him, curling up to his side, embracing his warmth and scent.

Maybe he could be a little gay. Only for Hwang Hyunjin though.

[firaknight]

I’m going to explain my entire crossover AU (Fountain of Dreamstone AU) up to what I’ve got so faR AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME— /lh

Aight so—

This AU is basically a very selective crossover of Mario and Luigi: Dream Team and Kirby. That’s breaking it down to the bare fucking essentials.

The long version is this:

Shits going down in Dreamland. Nightmare Wizard is back (somehow) and the bitch stole the Star Rod again. All of Dreamland begins to experience frequent nightmares, including Adeleine and Ribbon. For a while, Ribbon is able to make a type of fairy dust that can stop nightmares, but she’s got an extremely limited amount of it. Before long, there’s no longer enough to share between the two. Adeleine lies and states that she’s been nightmare free for a few days (that’s a giant lie) and that Ribbon should keep using the fairy dust. Ribbon, who doesn’t realize Adeleine is very obviously lying, agrees and starts using the fairy dust on herself from then on. Adeleine starts staying up for days on end, only sleeping for short periods of time (30 mins-1 hour) to stave off total exhaustion. Whenever she does sleep, it’s incredibly light and the slightest things wake her up (it’s to make sure she doesn’t sleep deeply enough to cause a nightmare). Nobody’s able to really do anything about it either. Kirby, MK, DDD, and a bunch of the other Star Allies have mysteriously gone missing, with Kirby and DDD being the only two to know where the Fountain of Dreams is located. Without them, nobody knows where to look to put a stop to Nightmare.

At some point, Ribbon decides her and Adeleine should go on a walk. Clear their heads, take a bit to relax. Adeleine, who is clearly exhausted, agrees and they head out. During their walk they come across a strange stone buried in the depths of the woods just by their house. The stone is shaped like a pillow and it sure as hell doesn’t feel like a stone. Ribbon, jokingly, dares Adeleine to try and sleep on it to see what happens, and Adeleine, who physically can’t refuse sleep at that point, takes the dare.

(Pictured above: Art I drew of that exact scene)

Adeleine flops down onto the “stone” pillow and within moments she’s out cold. Ribbon is shocked she managed to conk out that fucking fast and realizes that maybe, just maybe, Adeleine had been lying before about “getting good sleep and not having nightmares,” but it’s too late to say anything now. All she can do is wait until Adeleine wakes up.

Cut to Adeleines POV and she “wakes up” in a very strange place. It’s a void of melded together colors and she appears to be floating in midair. There’s a voice that calls her over to a strange swirly portal and, being the exhaustedly curious kid she is, she follows it, diving through the portal and ending up in a weird dreamscape that looks nearly identical to where she was before she fell asleep, except things are funky because she’s pretty sure it’s a dream. That same voice calls out again, but somewhat louder and clearer, and she follows it, eventually coming across this giant, purple, almost crystalline rock. The voice appears to be coming from it, and it looks like something is stuck inside, although the rock isn’t clear enough to see through. She attempts to ram into it and the rock cracks! Surprisingly, she’s completely unharmed (normally that act would leave her with a bruised shoulder at the least)! She rams it again, and again, and again, and the rock breaks! Whatever was stuck in there flies out, reforms into god knows what (she can’t see it because it flew up above her and she barely had any time to react to it), and before she can even begin to comprehend what happened, the portal she came through widens, creating a vacuum-like force that pulls her in without warning.

Cut back to Ribbon, who’s been timing how long Adeleine is out for (if she passed an hour without any sign of waking up, Ribbon would’ve taken matters into her own hands). She’s starting to get worried, up until she notices the “stone” Adeleine conked out on starts moving, with Adeleine showing signs of waking up. Within moments, Adeleine opens her eyes and sits up, a little frazzled. They exchange looks and Adeleine gets spooked by something appearing behind her, whipping around to find some small prince, probably a little taller than Ribbon, floating behind her. He’s got a pillow shaped head (which could be his clothes, she’s not entirely sure), looks kinda human-esc, and is very small compared to her. He gives his thanks for rescuing him and asks if Adeleine was the one to free him of his prison. Adeleine, who has no idea what just happened, answers with a meek “maybe” while she tries to process the situation.

This incredibly tiny man tells them his name is Prince Dreambert, and that he was sealed away by Antasma many years ago. He hails from a place known as Pi’illo Island, and has no idea where he is, how he got here, and why he’s here. Adeleine and Ribbon give their names, tell him he’s in Cloudy Park, part of one of the far corners of Dreamland, which is nestled on Planet Popstar. They mention that everyone’s been having nightmares recently and ask if he’s got anything to do with it. Dreambert brings up Antasma again and mentions he might be a cause, giving a detailed description of what he looks like.

(Pictured above: Antasma using the power of the Dark Stone)

Adeleine realizes that the description fits the criteria of a reoccurring figure multiple people have spotted in their nightmares and mentions it, adding in that a villain from their world, Nightmare Wizard, may have teamed up with Antasma. Dreambert realizes that this world could be in grave danger if those two aren’t stopped and asks to join up with Adeleine and Ribbon to help them find Antasma and Nightmare and put a stop to them before it’s too late. The two agree and the three of them venture out to put a stop the the baddies.

🪐Here’s some extra notes:

Combat has to happen, of course, and I wanna style the roles after M&L:DT so it’s a little more streamlined. Real world combat functions as normal, with Adeleine and Ribbon functioning like Mario and Luigi, partnering up for some attacks but able to fight on their own. Dreambert kinda hangs back and gives assistance when in dire straights. Dream World exploration and combat are wildly different. Adeleine takes the role of Mario (with similar abilities to Dreamy Luigi), venturing through the Dream World, but she’s asleep instead of jumping into a portal whilst awake. Dreambert functions like Dreamy Luigi, giving Adeleine his powers whilst in the Dream World and helping in combat. Ribbon takes on the role of Starlow during those segments, staying in the real world and interacting with Adeleine and the things around her to trigger things in the Dream World.

Giant battles would still be a thing, just triggered and handled differently. Adeleine can’t conjure up dreamy copies of herself (she has no idea how to do that), and relies heavily on Dreambert for help in combat. When an enemy too big to fight approaches, she winds up cowering in fear, going into self-preservation mode to try and keep herself alive. Her real world body yanks her beret over her eyes in fear, probably crying. Ribbon, who’s worried for her, attempts to comfort her, triggering a reaction in the Dream World. Magic swirls around Dreamy Adeleine and allows her to size up to the enemy. During this time, a small Dream portal opens and Ribbon is able to fly in to provide assistance. She functions like Mario during the giant battles, using her abilities to double up attacks, but requires time to recover from pushing herself to help. Once the fight is over, Ribbon is forced out of the Dream World while Adeleine turns back to normal and finishes whatever she was doing there. It’s unclear why a Dream portal opens when Adeleine is in severe distress, but Dreambert theorizes its a reaction triggered to get help from the outside world, possibly from someone who could enter and help, like Ribbon.

During the fight with Antasma, who can take away Dreamy Luigi in the canon game, Dreambert winds up being the one taken from Adeleine. He’s probably just held onto and Adeleine simply needs to hit Antasma hard enough to make him let go, in contrast to Antasma sealing Dreamy Luigi in a nightmare orb and forcing Mario to figure out which one Dreamy Luigi is being kept in so Mario can break it.

Idk what the other bosses would be (including the giant fights), but the final fight is Nightmare Wizard and Antasma teamed up.

Also, it looks like the other Star Allies met a similar fate to the Pi’illos, like Dreambert. How they’re going to be rescued is a mystery... ;)

[uwu-boll]

Yesterday I consumed nearly 4 grams of mushrooms. Here is what that was like for me:

First, this isnt my first rodeo. I've consumed psychedelics a few times before; I wouldnt call myself necessarily experienced but I have an education background in psychopharmacology and I have a couple of trips under my belt already so I knew what to expect and how it was going to feel going into it. 2 months ago. my girlfriend and I purchased 7 grams of mushrooms to split for our anniversary weekend this past week. We purchased a hotel room - I wanted to avoid doing this at home due to a very stressful living situation - and situated our setting so as to be best prepared to go about our experience. This included water, music, videogames, some snacks, etc. The necessities.

Our day started following a night of several shared margaritas and burgers between us. We went swimming, had coffee and a light breakfast, went to therapy together, and then a healthy midday lunch. Following that, we gathered the supplies for the night and settled in at around 3pm. Starting then, I measured out the dosages for the both of us; 2.75g for her, 3.87g for me (the dosages were more or less arbitrary, but we had a ballpark of what kind of experience we were looking for). She ate hers straight up, while I prepared a 'lemon tek'; powdered shrooms soaked in lemon juice for some time. There is some science behind it, but the idea is to shorten the duration or the experience while making it more intense. This also helps with digestion to prevent nausea, although there will still be some present as your body tries to 'reject' the chemical.

My shrooms sat in lemon juice for 20 mins before I tossed them all in orange juice for me to take big gulps of. Disclaimer - I HATE the taste, smell, texture, EVERYTHING about mushrooms. This... isnt necessarily better, but it's the best way to consume them short of capsules, I've found.

3:25 PM: I start drinking my pulpy orange juice - mushroom cocktail. It tastes like sour orange juice, because of the lemon juice I added, but the thought of the mushrooms in there makes me gag before I even get the concoction in my mouth. I can already tell this is going to be an endeavour. I take one big swig, maybe a fifth of the bottle, and approximately a quarter of the dose. I wait about 5 mins before taking another swig

3:35: one more swig, followed by a dab, hoping that the weed will calm my tummy. It does, but not before I nearly puke coughing up a lung

3:45: I finish the cocktail. This whole time I'm watching my girlfriend - who is approximately 15 minutes ahead of me having already dosed - set up the Nintendo switch and design a character on Tony Hawks Pro Skater, the remastered edition. She finishes, we take a dab, and we start playing. We, for some reason, start with a VS game, first to 500,000 points. I dont know why we thought that was a good idea, but we did. From here on, times are approximate.

Approximately 3:50: We are mindlessly skating in complete silence, absolute fixated in this game. I'm pretty high from the dabs as it is, so I'm spacing out and having trouble coordinating.

Approximately 4:00: I'm focused entirely on how gross my stomach feels having drank the cocktail. My body feels heavy, and it's very difficult to coordinate in the game properly.

Approximately 4:15: We are probably 100,000 points into this game before we both realize how long it's going to take before anyone wins. Were both kinda over it, and clearly struggling with performing and we only know it's going to get worse. As the come up begins, I feel a profound sense of anxiety. Recognizing it as the comeup anxiety, I dismiss it, but it's quickly becoming pretty overwhelming. The lemon tek, in shortening and intensifying the experience, creates very powerful come ups. We stop playing THPS and switch to Super Mario 3D World, which makes me feel better

Approximately 4:30: We get through 2 levels before we stop playing for the night. We decide to cuddle and try to calm each other down. We put on Bo Burnham's 'Inside' to listen to while we come up, which was a great idea because we love him. Really got us talking about our pasts and the meanings behind each of his songs. My body is very heavy, but I feel at absolute peace within it - I'm not biting my nails compulsively or shaking my legs - despite the come up anxiety and the slight nausea. I feel attached to the bed, I didnt want to get up even if I had to. I am absolutely CHEESIN, smiling so hard my cheeks still hurt a day later.

Approximately 4:45: I am staring at the wall, looking at what appears to be a pattern overlaying the texture of the wall. I see the same pattern on the bathroom floor. I'm questioning as to whether or not it's really there. I quickly move to the ceiling - a popcorn ceiling - where I am blown away; the lighting in the room makes the ceiling look both purple and green. My pareidolia is going crazy and I see constantly shifting patterns in the white noise that is the popcorn ceiling. The crazy thing is knowing that there is no pattern to the nonsense I am seeing, but making out patterns regardless. I stare at this for awhile. The ceiling is flowing like water.

The exact order of events henceforth are kind of a blur. We lay in bed for the rest of the night, but the topics of discussion vary from point to point, mostly us complimenting each other and praising each other. At some point, Inside ended, and we listened to Hamilton. However, I hardly remember both the end of Inside nor the entirety of Hamilton, and so it's likely that around d approximately 5 oclock, began the Great Existential Breakdown (TM)

At approximately 5 oclock, I was peaking. Emotions were running high, and, in response to being hungry, I had a breakdown because I hated the fact that I was born into a world dominated by cruelty, inhumanity, and the insatiable drive for profit. I hated that I lived in a world where something as simple as hunger was a problem, and that food - a human right - is commodified. I hated that consumption was obligatory, and that to feed the endless gluttony that is the human need to consume, we exploit both our fellow humans, and the planet. I hated that in that obligatory need to consume, weve facilitated this social climate in which it's okay to pollute our world and exploit the human labor condition so as long as its convenient to the consumer and profitable to the corporation. (Now that I think about it, this may have been spurned by Bo Burnhams 'That Funny Feeling', which I feel like is his most powerful song on the album. ) This quickly evolved into how being born, and forced into a world without your consent where conditions like this exist in the first place is inherently a violent act, and that having children is immoral until we create an environment where those conditions are obsolete. Then to how bullshit it is that I am forced to take care of a meatsuit for the whole of my life, but I have to pay to upkeep all of it as if i had some choice in the matter. This lead to me talking about how I wanted to be a transient observer of the universe, untethered to any physical point in space. Not quite dead, not quite alive - still able to see things happen, but not be able to participate. I then went on to say how I didnt think suicide was the answer to my problems because that doesnt necessarily get rid of the conditions that lead to my despair, but rather creates new problems for my loved ones. I knew that the key was to live in despite of the despair and to continue on in search of my own personal meaning.

This breakdown lasted approximately 3 hours and was very emotional for both of us. We spent a lot of time crying and talking about stuff weve never spoken about before. The comedown was very gentle and helped me feel very cathartic and relaxed. Over the course of the comedown I took several dabs, a few of which brought me back to 'The Wonky Space' (TM). However, this was short lived. My girlfriend sat in the tub naked from the waist down, which quickly turned into a bath, and from there, after my breakdown, we started to relax, watch some Shameless, went downstairs, got some snacks, some drinks, and went to bed.

Before I fell asleep, and once I knew the experience was 100% over, I took some time to reflect and felt very satisfied with what happened. It wasnt at all what I expected the night to be, but I felt like I needed to do that, and experience that kind of existential pain. I felt very relaxed once I got control of my body again, and that peace - the general sense of wellbeing, happiness, lack of anxiety, connectivity to my partner and my fellow man - has persisted well into the next day, and will likely continue for at least the next week. 10/10 would do again.

Would I say I had a bad trip? No. Was it a good one? N...no. but I had a great time, it was fun, and enlightening, and helped me realize where I feel like I am struggling mentally.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 21.10.20 lb

behen abhi bhi dagmagaaati hui ek taang pe

and of course, gangsters ka usain bolt is back in action. isko koi aur cardio karna nahi hota hoga na? achchi khaasi workout mil jaati hai every 30 - 45 mins or so.

THIS ONE IS STILL STANDING HERE PLAYING LANGDI TAANG. FFS. ITNAAAAAAAAA BHI KYA AAGE PEECHE JHULNA??? JUST HOLD THE DIYA WITH BOTH HANDS AND MOVE A STEP BACK.

she's legit been just swaying for 50+ seconds in real time now.

maata rani be like there really is only ONE semi-competent insaan in this house, huh?

pffffffffffffffft. aur karo aisi wahiyaat planning.

lmaooooooooooooooooooooo out comes the secret that vansh is ambidextrous. there goes madamji's ghamaasaaan theorizing ki murderer could simply not be him, since he's right handed.

“haan, main dono haathon se kaam kar sakta hoon.” bitch kya faayda if they're doing useless things like signing papers and holding diyas instead of............ other ~~~interesting~~ things. 👀👀👀

back to square one for this missy.

vansh be like St. George where are you COZ THIS HOUSE REALLY BE FULL OF FUCKING SNAKESSSSSSSSSSSSSS

AND OF COURSE IN ALL THAT AAGE PEECHE DOLNA MADE THE LOCKET AND MEMORY CARD FALL DOWN. 

chalo ji aaj ka strength training bhi ho gaya. how handy to have an utterly disaster-prone wife like riddhima, who ensures you get all the exercise you need in a day!

sis be trying to escape to go get the card and man is like SIT YOUR ASS DOWNNNNNNNNNNNN SO HELP ME GODDDDDDDDD

“jo bhi hai, mere liye tumse zyaada important nahi hai.”

pft yeah ok, i give this sentiment .......... 5 min. tops. coz knowing her, she's sure to piss him off with her bs before this conversation is over.

husband man vows vengeance. sweet.

chanchal is worst shadiyantra rach-er of all times. why do this shit if you don't have the fortitude to see it through???

mummy be like could you stop freaking the fuck outtttttt

meanwhile someone is spying on them, coz of course. it's this house. kisi ko aur kaam hi kya hai? not since the K shows of the early 2000s have i seen this much room ke baahar khade hoke doosron ki baatein sunna.

ah yes, this is the perfect time to question him on being ambidexterous. even though he did nothing greatttttttt with his left hand to get so inquisitive about. he literally just took the diya from her and held it. not like he was shooting machli ki aankh or anything.

oh???? he's opening up about something that happened 3 years ago that made him stop using his left hand?!?!!

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

bro, you're rich. you can afford laser removal of tattoos.

also ragini be a real dumbass. instead of just blowing the candle out, she's standing there pleading with him not to burn his hand. looks like vansh really has a type: STONE COLD STOOOOPID.

gentle enquiry begets gentle response full of affection.

.................. and the dumbass had to ruin it by bringing up the R word. (R word in this show = Ragini.)

the fact that you get sooooooo fucking hyper over this matter is exactly why she wants to know, you idiot.

lmaooooooooooo she just asked him if he trusts her. this should go great.

yup, we're shoulder grabbing and growling into the face of the woman we absolutely do trust.

he's like if i didn’t trust you, i wouldn’t have ignored my bitchass sister's chugli about the memory card you put in my laptop and then hid. man i've been outta the relationship game for too long, i didn't know that you gotta disclose digital memory device usage and all to our partners these days.

blah blah no matter how much i tell you you'll never believe me and stop investigating this shit, so what's the point in me telling you anyway. which is a realllllllllllllll smooth way to get outta saying anything in the first place, and then convincing you that you’re being intrusive. classic manipulative bs. don't fall for it girls.

riddhima deployed best weapon: aansoon.

bhai pighal raha, but is in no mood to share stories anymore so..........

what's the point of crying now? shoulda just kept your damn mouth shut and let him talk.

“samajh nahi aata ki aisi harkat kaun kar sakta hai.”

LMAO REALLLLLLLLLY????? THERE'S LITERALLY JUST 4 PEOPLE IN THIS WHOLEASS SHOW WHO DON'T WANT YOU DEAD. 3, depending on vansh's mood of the hour.

these two still discussing. ouff. bas bhi karooooooooooo. the first rule of bitch club is not to discuss your bitchidity.

bitch club has a new member who is delighted at this plotting and planning.

mummy and chachi like welcomeeeeeeeee welcomeeeeeee, tumne bhi toh kam kaand nahi kiye hain.

LMAO WHERE THE BOARD COME FROM IF HE'S STILL COMING AROUND THE CORNER. HE HAS BOARD BENDING SKILLS LIKE ANGELINA JOLIE IN WANTED OR WHAT?

he's being more calm than i would be while reading them to filth.

ishani be like whut, no, us, never!!!!!

bhaiiiiiiiiiii se hoshiyaari????????? he's in sole possession of the single raisinghania brain cell, and he knows how to use it!

calling out everything from the killer dandiya sticks to maim angre, to the nails that chachi was using to put up the decorations.

ofc this dumbass is hunting around for the memory card.

aryan's like oh good, i was bored, what are we looking for?

“chot tumhare pair pe lagi hai aur asar tumhare dimaag par dikhne laga hai.”

OMG MAYBE THAT'S WHY SHE'S SO DUMB!?!?!?!!? COZ SHE HAS MULTIPLE FOOT INJURIES EVERY WEEK. IT'S LIKE HER EQUIVALENT OF REPEATED CONCUSSIONS!!!!! ARYAN, YOU MEDICAL GENIUS!

i know what you did last 3 summers ago.

now that she's scared aryan away, she vows ki VANSH KE AAGE JO BHI MUSIBAT AAYE USSE PEHLE MUJHSE TAKRAANA HOGA. behen tujhse badi kaunsi musibat hai uske life mein jo roz roz usse takraati hai.

idhar patidev bhi exact same dialogue maarte hue.

ishani's like ugh what wife, that bitch a spyyyyyyyyyyy.

for literally the first time someone in this marriage is acting right and telling people to fuck right off from sticking their nose in their marriage.

plus some very serious warnings ki i know how to handle y'all if you act up like this again. dang, i'm a little hot for him rn. (y'all know i have a raging boner for righteously angry men.)

dadi fussing over ms. hot stepper for not bothering to rest her feet. plus some blah blah on the akhand jyot and the going to maata ka mandir and taalofying saari buri balaayein. mataji aap sab se pehle apne do bahuon ko dafa karein, automatically saari balaayein hatt jayengi.

oh thank god. dadi found the card and brought it straight to her. now watch riddhima set it in the flowers in her hair or some shit, so that it can fall down YET AGAIN.

YET AGAIN SHE'S DECIDED NOT TO SHOW VANSH THE FOOTAGE AND IS PUTTING IT OFF. I JUST.......

these shady fucks being shady as usual.

what DID you do 3 years ago to ragini, you asshole???

and of course this aunty is eavesdropping.

hein???? she's genuinely interested in the ragini thing???? it's not just one ainvayi ka excuse that you ppl fed riddhima to get her into the house???? also, she just heard aryan copping up to it and that riddhima has proof of it. how the hell they gonna pin it on vansh now??????? 

[beecherdrysdale]

Hehe ya I’m not the biggest fan but if I get really hyped up it’s kinda fun. Plus I did t really feel like doing leg day so I rescheduled that for tmr!!

Hot guy alert- everybody look!! Good tactic brigid lol. Got us in to help distract. We love you!! We would be so chaotic. Awww yes we love some team hand holding but acting like it isn’t happening. I don’t think quinner can feel his hand after this meet. Lol I’m sorry, but good thing imma make it up to you;) a hot makeout comin your ways lmao. Brigids busy doin other stuff w dyl and Jamie 😏😉. Oo thank you for the tip!! I didn’t know that it got hot during swim meets. I usually wear tanks or shirts underneath lol. I’m always to afraid to wear without. Hehe Dylan’s face in my hoodie and he’s like “I can’t look, did she win, is she swimming, why are they blowing the whistle” I’m just there to reassure him it’s a good distraction so that I don’t get to nervous lol. Team trample is happening, we would all fall down and that would be bad.

Brigid the chips, I’m sorry they will just be happening constantly like Ryan and I held off for many hours but that’s all we can handle lol. Aww Dylan and Jamie taking care of you, I love that!!. I’ll make sure they buy you some squeezy applesauce and some for myself cuz I wanna try. Wait seriously , you like green bananas?.

Ooo that’s a cool jersey brigid!! You would probably start yelling at everybody during the game lol.

Haha me crying during my match is like the funniest thing. People always think that if you cry something hurts but nothing hurts I just saw the best people!! Kesh, I’m excited you are excited !! I hope you enjoy. Lmao I’d probably also fling my resistance band at Ryan hehe. Ya that driving test was awful but I passed sooo:))) I can’t wait for you to pass your test. Oh for sure I would start laughing if I made eye contact w you. I’d probably get a warning tho lol. I’m sorry every time I read Ryan getting hit by a ball and you dying of laughter I just lose it. It’s so funny. Like Jamie is like omg omg she’s out of breath, why is she laughing so hard. Hehe brigid I can just see you yelling at me and being mildly stressed.

Y’all I just wanna go to Coachella !! Wtf I need to go now w you kesh and the team lol. Yaaa Dylan’s feeling special atm, Jamie is literally just glaring at the two of you for 30 mins straight. Dylan has some under appreciated hair so you play w it. Hehe yes braden was just being nice and Quinners mad because he was too late lol . Yes shoulder buddies! Kesh is just having the most chill time w Kirby. She’s just enjoying the music. I knowwww Jamie coming up and wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder is 🥺🥺 and swaying omg this is to cute. The kissing under the fireworks is just amazing. I want that to happen. Oo yes matching Dutch braids would be so cute, I might add a ribbon to be braided in or something lol. Or get ones of those hair charms like beads, mini stars to braid in hehe. water is a must and sunscreen!!

Kesh I’ve read until Greece! I love it! I’m excited to reply 💗 some airport ideas coming your way.

Xo Lexi.

Anonymous said:

Ooo I just saw keshs post about Coachella and sports so imma add a bit,

First - hehe yes we are super hype, and yes I am glad to be anywhere w you !!

Hehe thank you, it was a hectic day lol.

Lmao um guys does anybody have an ice pack?

Hehe yes Dylan is handsy but i think Brigid is enjoying it ?!.

Hmmm maybe Ryan and Braden find some girls but I don’t think we can last that long without chirping hehe

- kesh I agree you do have the best shoulders in the sense that Kirby is 6’4 and broad lol. You lucky gal.

Ok yes to all the insta pics!!! Ok we are matching again and I love it 🥰

Kesh thank you for replying !! Imma write about Greece, sports, Coachella and the road trip tmr!!

lmao i love that. i can never push off my workouts bc i just have to do what my coach makes me lol. but anyways another long post

hehe yep, i’ll get all the other girls out of their zone by pointing out the hot guys in the stands who may or may not have come with me lol. and then you guys will just be so chaotic up there and you’re all squeezing each other’s hands so hard but not admitting it lmao. haha yeah i don’t think quinner can feel his hand but once he realizes you’re gonna make it up to him he doesn’t care😏 haha maybe i am busy later😏😉 don’t tell kesh tho lol. haha yes it gets really hot unless you’re wet and then you’re freezing. so then dyl’s using you’re hoodie and refusing to look and asking you what’s happening every 5 seconds, so then you have to keep reassuring him. but i could also see you messing with him and saying i’m doing really bad when i’m actually winning just to see his reaction lmao. haha team trample at the end and we all end up on the ground, i stg if my suit rips y’all are paying for it

lmao as soon as i’m done you and ryan are chirping me bc you’ve held off way too long. maybe i’ll make dyl and jamie make you shut up if you annoy me too much lmao. but yes dyl and jamie taking care of me and helping me get ready for my race🥺 haha you would probably end up having to go with them to get the applesauce so they don’t get lost lmao. yes, ik i’m a weirdo but i can’t stand mushy bananas, i only like them when they’re super firm and green

hehe thank you! i love my o’c jersey. haha yes i would be yelling sm and i would be cheering for the US. we’d have to see what the guys had to say about that lmao. don’t think dyl and jamie would appreciate it very much, but you got to do what you got to do

lmao yes everyone would be so confused, and you would just be like no i’m fine i’m just happy they’re here. haha i can just see you hitting ryan with your resistance band and he tries to come after you, so then we have to keep him away from you so you can finish your warm-ups lmao. haha yes honestly i’ll start laughing too if we make eye contact. wait you could get a warning from laughing? that’s bad but also kind of funny lmao. haha yes now i really want to see ryan get hit in the face with the ball just to see the chaos ensue. and jamie is just simultaneously trying to make me drink water bc i’m just choking and being like ummmm i think ryan might need an icepack. and he’s like what is wrong with brigid bc it should not have been that funny but he can’t worry about it too much bc he’s worried about ryan and he’s trying to find an icepack somewhere. haha yes i’ll just be yelling at you sorry

yessss we have to go to coachella with everyone now. hehe yes dyl is getting handsy and i’m enjoying it, but jamie is getting super jealous and i don’t even realize lol (i’m sorry jamie ily). oooh yes, i get to play with dyl’s hair while i’m sitting on his shoulders. honestly he has really nice hair. hehe yes quinner is jealous that you’re sitting on braden’s shoulders, but it’s only bc braden offerred first. but then you get on my shoulder and ryan and braden wander off to find some girls lol. and then kesh is just chilling with kirby, and i’ll admit that she does have the best shoulders bc kirby is so broad. omg i need this now, jamie just coming up behind me and we’re swaying together to the music🥺 and we would all get our kisses under the fireworks from our men. oooh yes charms to braid into our hair would look so cool, and we could have all the best matching insta pics together. and ofc we need sunscreen and water

i’m excited to see all your replies!

[ehh-is-the-name]

Inanimate Insanity II, ep 14.

I’m making a log of my feelings and thoughts during this ep, something tells me it’s gonna be a feels fest. Oh yeah, forgot to mention there’s spoilers in here, so be careful

Alright I had this idea less then 5 mins into the ep so I’m just gonna start to where Fan gets abducted. --~~~-- BRUH He just runs out to touch the egg like the papa he is and then just SHOOWP. there he goes, up in the green laser then fukin Intro with the chessy music. Are we just not gonna say anything about that?? Plus the convo of MePhone4 and MePad?

Hell yeah I can smell the story from here, 30 minutes of content here I come! ~~~ Alright HE HAS A FUCKIN SHEILD?! I wasn’t expecting a laser battle but damn ~~~ Test Tube’s livid and possibly gone bonkers. Punching a hole through the pop machine wasn’t the most necessary thing but I’ll back it up. Not to mention everyone’s kinda scared her at the moment too... Scared, well spoke a little too soon. ~~~ OUUU Oh SNAP- Suitcase telling of Test Tube like that- Now that’s tea.

~~~ I swear there’s too much going on and I love it. Fan’s stuck with the egg in a horribly minimalistic room, The contestants are trying to defeat the giant egg that was apparently sent by cobs (I don’t by it), and MePhone4 basically saying he’s going lone wolf on everyone and everything, ahh the tea- the drama- the sauce! I love every second of it and I’m not even a whole 10 mins into the ep. ~~~ Um Taco, the fuck you doing with MePad back there? Also Mic, I’m 99% sure you guys aren’t equals, or at least not in Taco’s mind. ~~~ Ngl the lil egg dude being scared of fan made me tear up a bit. I’m weak I know ~~~ Lightbulb makes my day so much better, I love that glass bulb full of gases. The flying buddy is a wonderful name for a rocket made of scrap metal. I love it so much, I can’t- ~~~ Wait, did that glass orb just save the day by fueling the ship? holy fucc, that’s incredible. aLSO MePHone4 I swear- don’t you dare erase a god damn thing, just look at the rocket fly through the sky and don’t press the button. ~~~ ok good he didn’t press it. ~~~ YOOO Suitcase, that’s like the opposite of Ninja’s “It’s just a game” quote, or maybe it’s the same thinking... tbh I have no clue I was just reminded of the quote from she said. ~~~ There’s something mega fucked up about using the Ipad to teleport after forcing him to go in sleep mode... Taco you are one crazy bitch and I don’t condone of your actions but I respect the skills to con and devise.  ~~~ The prime shimmer huh, I have no clue how to feel about floating space eggs with spears calling themselves The Prime Shimmer. ~~~ I think the head prime shimmer’s gonna make me and fan have an existential crisis. I don’t know who I am?? Do I? Do you? Do any of us know who we are exactly? oh no it’s started. eh, why am I worried I’ve been having one for the past 3 years and I’m more or less fine. Idk about fan tho...  ~~~  Oh of course Steve Cobs is the oppressor but also managed to fuck with alien eggs? I’m not down with that. Where’s the cob of corn I wanna teach him a lesson on why you shouldn’t fuck with alien eggs. ~~~ HH H HH THEY STOLE THE BABY EGGS? AND THERE’S ANOTHER ONE? god I love this show. where’s the second baby egg tho, I wanna protect them. I’ve been switched to protect mode ahhah ~~~ Um stop the ha ha funny. Taco Straight up just fucking murdered Test Tube. Not cool, and what are your motives you fishless, bowtie havin, crunchy boi. Why did you need to teleport to the egg ship. Ahfh gfl I’m going mad.  ~~~ MIC DON’T STEAL THE BABY ~~~ Well the “Go on the alien egg ship to get Fan back” plan didn’t turn out so well huh. The worst part is that everything would have worked out it Taco didn’t go all trigger happy. ~~~  Yeah MePhone you kinda fucked up big time. 3-4 of your contestants are hurling though space and you don’t have properties like the blue number we should all know, where you could alter time and space, or at least just fly through space to get them back. ~~~ Am I stupid or something? This whole show I was wondering how these guy come back, like who’s recovering them? Duh of course it’s the host of this whole reality show. ~~~ Umm but Test Tube knows what happened on the ship. Mic how can you live with yourself? AH I’m in agony, this show is too good.  ~~~  oh oh oH OH OHHH SHIT! Mic has pulled the plug on Taco. Gain is all the way downtown. No more transmissions, no more shady business practices and telling her off while mentioning pickle. Taco, you messed up big time buddy. ~~~ - Knife: Did you see her do all that? - Test Tube: No... but I’m also not an idiot! I- - MePhone4: Well that’s fantastic.  I’m livid, listen to Test Tube. Mic was a traitor who helped in very bad practices. I will not stand for this. ~~~ UM Really now, MePad’s gone and it’s just like “eh, he’ll be back, it’s fax time,” smh. I’m not prepared for this elimination. ngl I forgot that this was even part of the show for a sec.

~~~ God damnit Lightbulb, you’re stealing my heart with your little quips. We’re having a meaningful and serious moment. Same thing with MePhone4 not the time, let Mic be the bigger person. Even  though she’s a criminal, possibly even a space criminal.  ~~~ Wait what? Your not gonna just kick Mic and have that be it? what wh y augh- ~~~ THAT’S SO MESSED UP THO! Mic is leaving AND Test Tube’s been kicked cause it’s “just a game”? Baseball, dude... I thought you were better than that. ~~~ No n no, Taco, No. You don’t get to feel bad about using someone alright. Go to space jail and revive MePad please. ~~~ ahf au u the lightbulb gang is too good. Imma cry. I- hic ~~~ MePhone4 you don’t get to be all peppy at the end of it. Lightbulb is fuckin distraught so I’m in pain, I look forward to ep 15 but AHH Hhgh my heart is damaged. Every single episode, angst and ahahh owchie mama. I love this show but damn does it make me upset. Wait what about MePad- I guess I’ll jsut have to be patient and wait. Frick. ~~~ Oh wait there’s extras after the credit? I it’s toilet. O NBIHFFNF JJGkdd njnkjdns FUCK FUCK IUFKC ABORT MISSION. TOILET GE THE FUCK OUT OF THERE AHHH- 

[tuckerm88]

Mid-Millennium Inception : Chapter 1

Charlotte, NC USA   October 2, 2019

“Mom…. Mawmaw…… I’ll be fine,” you say while unloading the car.  Your eyes roll in the back of your head, the slightest annoyance hidden in your voice, while a caring smirk forms on your face. 

You, a short slightly thick brunette, rolls her luggage into the airport.  Wearing your favorite worn black low top converses, black Adidas track pants, oversized light purple hoodie and black baseball cap that says coffee.  Right before parting ways, your mom starts to cry.  Your grandmother, one of the strongest people you know, looks at you with glassy eyes but not a tear drops, at least not in front of you.

“Guys, why are you looking at me like that?  Do you want me to stay here forever with you?” you laugh while you hug your mom first.  “No and yes,” she chuckles, “I know, I’m just going to miss you.” 

“I’m going to miss you too.  Both of you. But I’ve put this off too long.”

“I know, just be careful. Okay!!  You’re my only baby,” You look at your grandmother now, instead of tears you see exasperation in her eyes towards her only daughter being dramatic.

After your last farewells, you head to your gate to wait for boarding…

. . . . . . . . . . .

Seoul, South Korea

Twenty two hours later and with the worst sinus headache ever, you’re finally off the plane.  After collecting your luggage, you head to the exit to meet the driver.  The airport isn’t that crowded today, thank god.  As you come out, you see your name on a piece of cardboard and wave at the driver. “Hello” you both greet each other.

This is your first time out of the country.  You know the language from self-studying, but that’s it.  You know no one here….. AT ALL!!  But that doesn’t scare you as much as never leaving your small town.  Finally, after years of slaving and being patient, you are in Korea.  There’s been some bumps in the road, but that never stopped you.  You started to become interested in Korean food when you worked at a Japanese/Korean fusion restaurant.  You found a company, in Korea, who’s willing to take you in and teach you. 

You’re heading to Gangnam, to the restaurant and where you’ll be staying.   Dropped off in front of Kim’s Village, an eight story tall apartment building, you meet an assiduous looking man.  He looks to be in his forties.   “Hello, Genevieve Ainsley, correct? I’m Mr. Lee,” he bows.  

“Yes sir.  Hello Mr. Lee, it’s nice to meet you. You can call me Eve though for short,” you smile.

“Of course.  I’m here to help you get settled into your new place and answer any questions you may have and also make sure all paperwork gets handled correctly.  So let me help you with your luggage and head up.” He grabs the two large suitcases, rolling them around and heads inside after pressing the code.  As Eve walks in with her carry-on and back-pack, she looks around the start of a small corridor that leads through the other side of the building.  There is the first floor of apartments, which is about 6 in total it seems, mailboxes and 2 sets of stairs, one on each side of the building. 

Mr. Lee lifts the two suitcases up to take up the stairs.  “Oh,.. Mr. Lee, wait! What floor are we going to? Give me one of those or at least let me help,” Eve pleads as she goes to grab one of the cases.  But he’s already going up the stairs, carrying them like they weigh nothing and not full of clothes and small kitchenware. 

“We are heading to the 8th floor.  There is only one apartment available right now for you to be housed in,” he explains, no strain in his voice as he carries over a hundred pounds up the staircase.  You stand there gawking for a second.

At the top, you’re huffing a little.  You’re not fat per say, curvy with some small love handles, but you aren’t that fit either.  Maybe I should start working out, you think to yourself, while Mr. Lee is standing there with not even a drop of sweat or alteration in his breathing.  Damn he’s fitter than I thought he’d be. I need to figure out his routine.

There’s a door right in front of the stairway with the number 802 on it.  With the way Mr. Lee is standing in front of it, Eve assumes it’s her new place.  He starts to open the door, but gets a call and answers it first.  “Yes Mr. Kim,” he answers. .  Kim Kwanjoon, CEO of KJ Inc., owns multiple buildings and businesses in almost every industry, including the restaurant that you’ll be working at.  They talk for a few minutes and hang up. 

“Mrs. Ainsley,” he voices, while opening the door to the apartment, “there seems to be a problem at the restaurant.  As you know the chef isn’t back until Monday, which is when you are supposed to start.  But our sous chef called in just now.  So we actually need you to come in tonight. We seem to be short staffed.  Is that a problem for you?” He takes his shoes off at the entry.

“Of course not. I’ll try to help as much as I can,” slightly exasperated. Hopefully he didn’t hear that.

“I’ll let them know.  I can’t stay now, because I need to go to the restaurant.  Can you be there in the next 2 hours? The restaurant is only two blocks away from this apartment, so it’ll not take long to get there.”

“Yes sir, I can do that.”  He brings your luggage into the living room and hands you a packet of information.

“I apologize I can’t go over this with you right now. I’ll come back tomorrow to explain more.  The first page is things you will need today,” he opens it to show you quickly, “If you’ve any questions call me, my card with my number is at the top.  Do you have a cell phone?”

“Yes, I got a temporary at the airport, until I receive my registration card.”

“I’m impressed.  Most foreigners don’t think of those things when they come to work here,” looking at his watch. “Be there by 4pm, the front door and I’ll let you in.”

“Yes sir”

“Goodbye Mrs. Ainsley.  I’ll see you a couple hours.”

“Goodbye Mr. Lee”

 You stand in the living room, staring at the door for a few minutes.  Dazed with what’s happening.  OMG!?! I thought I’d have time to rest and unpack today and this weekend.  My head is still killing me, I slept like 2 hours on the plane.  What am I going to do?  You look at your phone and see its 2:23 and then start to move.  You roll your largest suitcase down the short hall to the bedroom at the end.  No time to really look around, you get the things you need out and pop 2 pills for your headache.  And then head back to the bathroom.  

  After a steaming hot 30 min shower, to hopefully get rid of your headache and get the 24 hours of plane grime off of you, you get ready for work.  Black non-slip kitchen Vanes with white soles, light gray cargo chef jogger pants, black tank top with a dark purple chef jacket (Eve’s favorite) over top, hair parted on the right with tapered side bangs in a tight bun in the back.  With minimal makeup applied, you double, triple check you have everything.  Grab a light jacket and walk out the door at 3:30 with knife kit in hand.

You’re standing at the front already when Mr. Lee walks up. “Early. Great.” You bow to greet him.  He takes you straight to the kitchen, since it's Friday afternoon.  The décor of the restaurant is very upscale café style with a Korean architectural influence to it.  There are three floors to it, the top floor being outside seating.  With no time to really chat, he shows you around. The kitchen is very well organized and clean.  With the dish pit to your right and the start of the server station to your left, the kitchen has a U shape to it, with in and out doors for the servers.  If you keep walking straight from the IN door, you will have the dish pit along the right wall with the clean dishes at the end, then storage and the back exit.  To the left is the space for servers to walk and grab food to go out the other side and the hot line. On the left wall, on the other side of the OUT door, is the cold station. 

Everyone is getting ready for the busy Friday night.  He takes you to the first station you will be working at, the hot station.  Being familiar with grills and stove, he put you there first to observe and help.  “Hello, I’m Youngjae,” a new face gushed.

“I’m Eve. It’s nice to meet you,” you reply.  He goes over the station with you and some of the dishes.  After a while, orders start to come.  You watch for a little, but then Youngjae starts to get overwhelmed.  Your instincts kick in, just by watching him you’ve picked most of the dishes.  You start to help him out. 

When it comes to cooking and creating dishes, you could say you’re otherworldly.  It’s like magic comes out of your hands.  You picked up on cooking quickly in school and in the industry.  You remember everything that you’ve learned, like the back of your hand.  But you still don’t consider yourself that great.  You’ve had limited chances to explore different foods, so you don’t consider your skills impeccable.

Youngjae is impressed though, “Wow, Eve. You catch on quick. How long have you been cooking?”

“I’ve been cooking for about 10 years.”

“Seriously.  You are only a cook. Shouldn’t you be a chef?”

“I was a sous chef back home but I want to be a master chef.  So I need to learn different cuisines and I wanted to travel, so here I am,” you beam shyly towards him.

“You must have started young.  You look younger than me.”  He laughs.

And there it is, your first insecurity.  You don’t look it, but you’re 30 years old.  Everyone usually thinks you’re anywhere between 22 and 26.  But you keep your mouth shut.  You started late on your dream, not realizing it until you were already in college for 3 years.  You had to start over pretty much and go to culinary school for another 3 years. During all that, you worked 2 jobs and also helped support your family.  While in college your dad became a drunk and quit his job, killing himself slowly.  You knew why, but also couldn’t accept why he was doing this.  Especially since he taught you to be stronger than that.  Why couldn’t he?  Finely he did die. You were sad, of course. You were a daddy’s girl until he changed.  But you were also relieved.  Because you felt it was holding you back.  You couldn’t leave your mom and mawmaw to deal with him.   So after a few years, you finally stabilized the financial situation with your mom and yourself, almost going into extreme debt because of your dad (and yourself trying to cope with all of it – online shopping).

Now here you are.  Living the dream you never gave up on.  Pushing the little insecurity down, you and Youngjae keep talking when able.  Finding out he’s like third in command, the Lead Line Cook.  He is 26, blonde hair, blue eyes with the help of contacts and a head taller than you, with a lanky build.  While talking to one of the dishwashers comes along to put clean dishes away and take dirty ones to the pit.   He comes up to talk to Youngjae.

“Hey man, what’s up? Who’s the new girl?” The dark chestnut haired boy says.  He looks young with his dark brown doe eyes with flakes of gold, bright with curiosity.  With his bunny smile, his cheeks bunched up and out to make cute crinkles at the sides of his eyes.  He looks even younger and innocent now. 

“Oh!!!  Hello, I’m Genevieve, but you can call me Eve.”

“Cool, I’m Jungkook.”

They go through normal pleasantries.  Jungkook is 22 and wants to work in the restaurant industry.  He is starting as a dishwasher and working his way up. 

The night finally ends and cleaning is almost over.  You and Jungkook have become fast friends in just one day.  All the boys in the kitchen have come to like you.  They even ask if you want to come out for drinks that night.  You would love to, but you are just too exhausted.  They understand and say maybe next time. 

Everyone grabs their things and heads out the door.  You start walking towards your new apartment.  The guys head the same direction and talk with you on the way.  Jungkook waits a little to  make sure you get into the building before following the rest.

You get inside, shower and finally relax in the bed.  You thought this was going to be a bad day, but actually turned out decent.

. . . . . . . . . . .

On top of Building 63, with the lit city underneath.  He stands on the edge looking out at the beautiful place that has grown so much.

“Hello, Hyung.  I was wondering when you would show up.” Taemin spouts.

“When did you finally get back?” Kia asks.

“I just returned today.  I figured it was time to come back and stay this time.”

“Father will be happy to hear that.”

“I’m sure he will.” Taemin says with indifference in his voice.

[thesadstoryofme]

I want you to look at me the way all those girls look at you.

An imagine in which y/n has deep feelings for Harry but he doesn’t feel the same. This wasn’t request. 

     I always knew i’d fall for Harry, ever since I met him, he’s made me feel so special. I adore him and everything about him. I met Harry a couple years ago when we were in college. He was studying law and I was studying to be a teacher. His dark brown hair and his big eyes caught me, I remember sitting next to him in our English class. He was wearing a gray hoodie with a little pizza sauce stain at the bottom, he was also wearing black shorts and his hair was put up in a little man bun. I remember when we first made eye contact he smiled at me, showing off his cute dimples. 

 We clicked the minute we met. He keep making fun of my writing and I kept teasing him about his funny accent. I was from america but decided to study in England. I gave him my number so we could study sometime when we were both free. He called me that night.  We stayed friends for nearly 5 years, we went on vacations together and we went to parties together and even concerts. Our families talk on occasions and we even went on a family trip with both our families on year for Christmas.  He was so supportive in everything that I did and he always made me feel like I was so important to him. 

When I had just turned 22 and he turned 25 we both moved in together. We rented an apartment for our last year in school. We wanted something off campus, so we could be free.  I loved every second of it, that was until Harry would come home late, stumbling in with a hot skinny blond. He’d make so much noise and the walls were very thin.

 A couple months ago he would bring home the same girl and I never questioned it. Harry had always told me that he didn’t date, he wanted to spend his twenties, sleeping with a lot of people, experience new sex things and enjoy life.  I on the other hand have never even been on a date, guys don’t look at me the way I look at them. I always thought that once I went to college I would experience sex.  Harry always considered me his friend and it didn’t bug so much until now.

//

I was up before he was, I showered and cooked my self breakfast. He came home late, 4 o’clock in the morning. I was on the sofa catching up on one of my shows that I had missed due to school and work. He opened the door, keys in his hand and that blond girl from the last couple of times. I think her name was Willa.  She was very pretty. She was skinny and her hair was long and straight. She always wore the same black booty skirt and to be honest it didn’t flatter her. 

“ C’mon babe, my room mate is a sleep.” I remember him saying. 

“ Do you think she knows it’s me”  Yes, I know you’re the same girl he brings home almost every night.

They never saw me. He stumbled passed the kitchen and headed straight to his room, leaving the good o’ fashion sock on the door. 

It was getting late in the day and I knew how much he hated waisting his day away with sleep.  I left the living room and headed towards his door, the sock was gone. 

When I cracked open the door, I never thought in the 4 years i’ve known him that I would ever see this sight.  He was on his back, his arms rested under his head, His legs spread open and her face was in between them as her head bobbed up and down.  His eyes were closed as he licked his lips and moaned out her name 

“ So good for me Willa, You always make me feel so good, fuck.” he opened his eyes and they were met with mine, before he could open his mouth or push the girl away, I shut the door and headed to my room. 

I didn’t think I would ever get turned on from seeing my hot room mate get a blow job from some chick he’s been doing.

I felt bad because I could of knocked or said something. I remember the look on his face the moment our eyes locked. I had to leave, I had to go out and come back later. I was embarrassed. 

//

It was nearly 8 pm and I had been out for a good 6 hours. I was to embarrassed to come back to the flat. Would he be mad at me? Would he laugh ? I didn’t know what he would be feeling. I opened the door as quietly as I could, but his figure was coming my way.

“ I was looking for you. Where did you go? “ he asked, 

I dropped my keys and purse on the counter and headed towards the fridge.

“ I went to meet up with some of my friends “ I lied 

“ You could of texted me, I was worried”  

“ You don’t text me when you leave, You were busy anyways “ I was mad and I didn’t have any right to be mad. 

“ Yeah about that, you could of knocked you looked like a creeper” He laughed wiping his sweaty hands on his sweats.

“ I know, I’m sorry. You didn’t have the sock on the door, I didn’t know she’d be over “ 

“ She has a name “ I offended him

“ A name that I don’t care to learn”  

“ Wow, is it that time of the month? you’re moody” He joked 

“ I don’t want to talk to you, Goodnight “

I don’t really know what my problem was, I was so in love with him that I was mad at him for being with someone that wasn’t me. I want him to look at me the way other girls look at him. I wanted him to kiss me since the first time we met, I wanted him to send me a dick pic on accident. I wanted so much. 

It had only been a couple minutes and Harry was standing in my door way, his hands were stuffed in his pockets. 

“What do you want?” I asked, not even looking at him.

“ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings” He said as he sat down in the chair across from me. 

“ You didn’t”  I replied, finally looking up at him. 

“What is going on with you y/n? You don’t seem like yourself and you always seem agitated. “

“ I’m mad at you I guess” Was i really about to tell him how I feel?

“ What did I do?”

“ You made me fall in love with you” He was taken a back. 

“ What?” 

“ I have been in love with you since the first time I saw you in Professor Micks class. I never thought that i would end up living with you and getting to know everything about you, I love the way you laugh and the way you crinkle your nose when you’re thinking and I love how you make jokes that are not funny but you still have to laugh because of how ridiculous they sound. I  also fucking hate that you bring over girls and don’t even think about how I feel. “ I was red, and tears had slipped from my eyes and I didn’t even know it. He was sitting across from me, he couldn’t believe what I was saying.

“ How could you ? How could you be in love with me? I didn’t know I had to think about you when I bring girls over.” 

“ I love how kind you are and how you make me feel like i’m special and I don’t know I guess I just kinda started having feelings for you” 

“ That’s what friends do, they make you feel special and they make you laugh, You can’t be in love with me “ ouch 

“ What ? why can’t I be in love with you?” I asked 

“ Because I’m in love with Willa and you’re my best friend, I’ve only ever looked at you as my best friend, I’m sorry” His face was red, his hands never left his pockets and guilt formed on his face.

“ I just want you to look at me the way all those girls look at you” I replied, I was crying and I didn’t even know it. My sweaty hair was tucked behind me shoulders.  

Harry was on his feet, Staring at me in as guilt fled the room.

“ I’m sorry y/n, I wish I could look at you that way but I just don’t see you in that way” 

“ I would feel so much better if you left my room” 

“ Don’t do this” 

“ It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to feel the same way, I wanted to tell you so I didn’t feel like this anymore. So I didn’t have to hid it. I’m happy you finally found love “ 

I hope you all liked this, I wrote it in 30 mins.  Send me feedback and of course my request are always open

[lejoursdor]

I feel so fucking violated.

For the last few weeks my landlord has been harassing me - passive aggressively texting me about things that could and should be taken care of after a single conversation but instead were drawn out through multiple, long, inappropriate (not to mention rude) texts at ALL hours of the day (including 3 different instances between 2-4 AM). I have had to put my phone on DND just so I could get some sleep/peace of mind at night because I have been having sleeping problems for MONTHS due to my autoimmune disease/fibromyalgia and most recently good ol’ fashion insomnia. 

I thought this morning the whole situation was finally over and that I could finally move on and focus on centering my self and nothing else today. I was unexpectedly forced to go off my depression/anxiety meds due to issues with my insurance and have been working HARD for the last month to monitor and work through the side effects that stopping that kind of medication can cause. Luckily, I had started back on birth control a month or so prior so my hormones were already in the process of getting regulated so it hasn’t been THAT bad. I only had maybe 2 days where things were scary/alarming. But otherwise it has been okay considering. A lot of bursting into tears and taking much longer to bounce back from negativity entering my life (AKA: my landlord) but I’ve been praying no sort of suicidal tendencies/ideations spring up but so far okay but I’m still on high alert just in case.

So since this drama was seemingly over and she would have literally NO REASON to contact me, at least for the day - I decided I would make today a ME day. To try to get me back on track as much as possible. I went to the pharmacy to try to straighten out some stuff with my meds but there was a setback and it’s gonna be a little bit trickier for me to get back on my anxiety/depression meds than previously thought. But I wasn’t feeling defeated so I switched gears and chose to decompress and get all the bad energy out. Maybe after 30 mins of leaving my place, I come back from the pharmacy to check my phone and i have two texts from her about the electricity temporarily being turned off & some other unimportant shit. Quickly texted that I wasn't home yada yada didn’t care byeeee. 

Shortly after I started to drive around aimlessly and listen to music. I drove through my high school best friend’s old neighborhood, by her old house and down the street to the park we used to always go to. I parked and sat there in my car for maybe 45 minutes. Just thinking of what my life has been for the last 15 years since I first went to that park. That no matter how many years have past, I still feel everything from back then, I still feel her. That I will always love and miss who she was in that snapshot in time even though I know she is no longer that person, without even having to know who she is now. That this void that she left can never be filled again, not even by her because that person, the person that I formed quite possibly the closest bond I’ve ever made - is gone. She’s so gone, she may as well have died. It happens and is a part of life and I’ve long since accepted it but that doesn't mean it doesn’t still break my heart. 

After the park I made my way to the city where my mother grew up and unintentionally ended up in the neighborhood of my grandmother’s old house. Maybe I wasn’t cognizant of what I was doing in the moment but maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I purposely led myself there. As soon as I saw the sign for Kelley Ave. i immedietely started tearing up and I just needed to see the house. Even if it doesn’t look the same, even if someone else lives there now. I drove by and it set off a bunch of emotions at once. Every couple of years I hit this point where i really miss her. The last time it was like this was my 25th birthday that I ended up spending alone. On my way home it was like a dam had burst and I couldn’t stop crying. I got home and decided I would take the rest of the afternoon to go for a walk, focus on getting through my emotions in peace. I walked to a park not too far. I ended up laying down, listening to music and bawling my eyes out. I started running all these memories of her through my mind. I wouldn’t say I came to the realization but in reflecting on the last 15 years it’s become glaringly apparent that the only safe space I’ve ever had was with her, in that house. Not the one I grew up in and definitely not where I am now. I kept trying to imagine what it would be like for 31 year old me to be able to show up at her house, walk through the door, into her kitchen, straight towards the sun soaked living room where she would be sitting in front of the glass coffee table like she always was. She’d probably be writing on napkins in Japanese, with the TV on, not watching what was on. I would sit down next to her and hug her and she would hug me back and tap my shoulder and say “Hi Chantel.” like she used to, in her strong accent, with her warm smile. And we would sit next to each other in comfortable silence like we always did and I would watch her as she scrawled her native language on leftover McDonald’s napkins. My grandmother was and still is the only family member of mine that I was ever allowed to be myself in her presence. Maybe it was a cultural thing, it just never crossed her mind that I needed to change/fit a particular mold because it wasn’t an idealogy she was familiar with, unlike my ant’s, parents, uncle’s etc. We had a great relationship, I was her first grandchild and I know that had a lot to do with it. I knew her relationship with my mom and my ant’s/uncle’s were more complicated, so not everyone has the same feelings about her as I do. But I was her favorite and she was mine and it is the only time I have ever been anyone’s favorite. She died when I was 14, she’s been gone for basically half my life now but I still would give anything to see her now and I don’t think I will ever get used to her being gone, no matter how long. All I want is to be next to her, we don’t even need to talk, I just want her to be able to be here now. I miss her so much, all I want is the chance to be with her again...

After an hour or so I walked back and started to feel a little better. Maybe not better but felt like I was able to let a lot out. All I wanted to do was go home, wind down and salvage the rest of the day and indulge in much needed self care. Where I currently stay, I have my own separate entrance attached to the main house but in order to get to my entrance I have to pass by the front of the house which currently has one of those doorbell’s with a camera attached that alerts people on their phone when there is any movement. I unlock my door and get inside. I literally put my keys, phone etc down and maybe 5 seconds pass since I’ve gotten inside and a text pops up from my landlord. 

“Nothing like fresh air for the soul! Hope your feeling better. I have good and bad days too!” 

I think this is the only moment I've ever wanted to murder someone.

I just came back from spending two hours mourning my dead grandmother, after a day filled with repressed emotions coming to the surface due to an awful few weeks (mostly due to my landlord) and I can't even come home with the expectation that I wouldn’t be bothered by her for the rest of the night. 

Today was just not the day. 

Not the time, place or her business. 

I feel like I have no peace anymore, the little I was able to grasp on to.

She has stolen it from me with her unchecked neurosis, constantly invading common boundaries. 

I’m at my wits end, truly. And I’m not sure what to do.

AND GODDAMN. I CAN’T EVEN FINISH THIS FUCKING POST WITHOUT MY PHONE NOTIFYING ME I’VE GOTTEN A TEXT FROM HER.

GTHGTYYJ$%$%$$#$#!@@@@!!!

(Insert the dog surrounded by fire “I’m fine” meme) 

Singing off with whatever’s left of my sanity.

xx.